Interim

I have not been able to continue the saga of my trip yet, largely in part to Roxy Girl being a major Klingon, and annoyingly in part to the fact that I am currently pilfering my Internet connection from some unsuspecting old lady who has to pay her bill from the jangling nickels in her Victorian cross-stitched coinpurse. The connection seems to be set to "hobbling slowly and awkwardly with a walker while attempting to shop for groceries" level.

This entry is being posted from my phone while my needy sweetheart is catching some z's in my arms. Also time consuming.

Poor Roxinator seems to be eyeballing me with suspicion every time I set her down. Don't you dare leave me again, MOM, or I will wreak havoc on your time and personal space like no other. God help me, you will rue the day you ever left me to drink that vile feces-from-a-can out of a false plastic breast! Did you really think I could be tricked? Think again! And feed me the good stuff now or I will never sleep again.

Oh, I rue, Roxy. I rue.

Really though, it is quite pitiful how attached she is to me this week and I feel so sorry for her that I am happy to oblige. I'm not getting anything done, but it will still be there later. In the meantime, I will allow myself to feel flattered by her love and absorb as much as I can of her.